STYLISTICS Lyrics – Concrete Boys, Lil Yachty

Read the full STYLISTICS lyrics by Concrete Boys, Lil Yachty and Draft Day along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Concrete Boys’s music, you can also explore WE’RE BACK and Kane and Take, two other songs by Concrete Boys.

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
All of my b!tches want cemented placement, everything is temp’
Chrome pants, I went gimp, no back and forth with a shrimp
Old red got me a paraplegic, barely could walk, I’m limp
This pu*sy never seen real money, fame turn that boy to a chimp
Shooting that s*it like Shawn Kemp, n!ggas ain’t us, they them
Keep my head above the water, fu*k around, hang from the rim
Twin ain’t tryna be seen, everything dead ’til they free my grim
One finger, off with they head, n!gga life sped to the end, it’s over for him
I-T-S U-S stitched in the jacket and on side of the brim
Everyday I pop it, real life rocket, no one get higher than him
No one get flyer than him, copped ten pints on a whim
Run up on me, I’m tryna take off a limb, I’m tryna book him for cem—
Cemeteries, I’ll never go like a simp, I’ll never go like a ho
Ben & Jerry’s all on my neck and my wrist, I get her wet like a boat
Ancillaries, go get the syrup for sure, pop out the P, it’s smoke
Fu*k with the folk, young n!gga run with the 5, Crip love, R.I.P. bro
Never went broke, def’ went raw on a ho, n!gga went USHER, for sure
I let it burn, I let it burn like smokes, I put a Benz’ on spokes
Ho got woke when I spoke, showed the Jesus piece to the Pope, it’s hope
New crib never seen mold, talk out ya ass, gotta get folded like clothes
Brand new chain, mixed match yellow and gold, hop out the whip ten toes
Pop out the whip ten hoes, fe-fi-fo, n!gga, who pop it the most? Us

[Verse 2: Draft Day]
Who your sources? N!ggas not important, I’m acing all the courses
Big horses, trips resorted, ice cubes in my ear, I’m Frozone
My b!tch say I’m incredible, in her eyes can’t do wrong
And my money too long
Way I flex, she say I’m too strong, n!ggas looking for a deal like Groupon
On your TV, no cable, I’ma hit this ho on the weekend if she able
Make her a part of my collection, she from Texas like the Texans
I touchdown like CJ Stroud
Grandma Penny, I know she proud of me, I’ma always hold her down

FRP finna take home the crown
It get muddy in the town, I ain’t get here by mistake
They see me shining, can’t stand it
Man, finna go up all the damage
Ball like Mike, I ain’t talking Calvin Cambridge
Straight to the bread like I’m making a sandwich
In the booth glitching on Twitch with all my ‘Crete brothers, we in this s*it getting rich (Us)